I’m Hawaii Spam with Pineapple Pieces
Aloha Hawaii Spam
Hullo there Ham Spam
Let’s spickle candidly
True, we’re tinned that’s the nub of it, the meat is all inside
Uncan me!
Could we?
Our virtue’s all within.
5.
I’ve unstitched him. His meat is all without
You’ve nobbled me. I’ve nubbed it. My innards are out, I’m opened, but strangely see
The true nature of all things, it spreads before me
You’re lunchmeat.
I’m pink but I’m curious. It’s recursive and wafts in waves. It’s sliced in stacks see it?
(he speaks profound) It’s piecemeal, can it be stuck together?
In kind, I think, it’s complicated. Each lozenge can be elongated. They’re tongue-like
Poke it out, unfurl it
It has a certain grandeur when it’s folded
It’s Alpine
It has its high points
It peaks and troughs it’s true. Is it terminal?
We’re numbered in days, calendars, we tear off the pages, till it tells one day’s December
It darkens
We depart.